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Push Showers of flowers along the desert sand. Bathing at the beaches in suits of little. Gliding on a carpet round the treetops. My imagination the roller coaster up, down and all around. (Butterflies) In my belly as I float adrift on dreams. My breath heavy, head swimming, as I inhale deep holding air like a balloon. To carry me afar, in self-affair… Relation retroactive then pushed with exhale. Is letting my soul free. Pushing to self-extreme. In my passion as my finger tips down my chest, (Pinching) the pink nips under my forest of hair. As the sweat, like dew has newness I confess. The pushing is a cushion as I fondle tired thighs. I can feel the (fiery) spark of my eyes. Fleeing the darkness of feelings restrained, released in a push as I tightly grasp my body (Full and hole) with this push… |
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This is pushing the Themes of normal
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